Write a eulogy for a city-state

Text | Fellini

Write a eulogy to the city-state,

Write a eulogy to glory and dreams,

Write a eulogy to those who died silently this spring night.

In mourning for Qian Wenxiong and Zhou Shengni, mourning for the names I never knew, mourning for a corgi.

Mourning the ropes of the dark night, of being unable to breathe, of despair and apprehension,

Mourning the surprise of the twenty-second century.

Mourning mute cries, mournful hunger,

Mourning the verses sealed outside the walls of Jing'an Temple,

The cordon fluttering in the mourning wind.

That's not the yellow ribbon on the old oak tree,

The boundary is tight.

Mourning cowardice.

Mourning the dust of the 1990s,

Mourning the red Xiali flying all over the street for 10 yuan and 8.5 kilometers.

Mourning Kong Jia, who is always 26 years old,

You and I have never met, but I guess you are a boy with red lips and white teeth.

I mourn the button I lost under Huangpi Road when I was 22 years old,

The shield roars and the mud is flying,

As if Zion was about to break.

Zion is broken.

Mourning the first bend in Asia,

Mourning all the way to the east, the wind blowing to the north,

Mourning the unparalleled push back feeling,

The mourning scene scroll slowly unfolds,

But it is the last dirge.

Mourning those souls who are in the flesh but are nowhere to be seen,

Mourning tortoiseshell black-rimmed glasses,

If you have nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

Mourning the long-legged uncle who disappeared that summer night sixteen years ago,

Mourning the turbid water that overflows your buns.

Mourning the cool-looking man on the stage of Lanxin Theater,

Mourning lobster rice,

Thirty years of mourning for fame and dust.

Mourning the scalpers of Anfu Road Drama Center,

Mourning the charm of your beard.

Mourning pride.

Write a eulogy to the city-state,

Silently in the hearts of all those who read these words.

Mourning Wang Jiazhi,

Mourning the yellowing of the Siberian fur row,

Mourning Fu Kaisen Road.

Mourning the old man of Kaisen road sleeve sleeves,

Mourning the truth written on the sewing machine panel.

Mourning Green House, No. 3 Mourning Baoqing Road,

Mourning the pianist at sea who cannot catwalk on land,

Mourning disillusionment.

mourning the five corners,

Mourning bullet grid road.

Mourning the Songhu bathroom,

Over the Mourning Spring Leibu Store, the lead wire billfolds whizzed past,

Mourning the disappearance of Santana around the island.

Mourning the country's road,

Mourning Lane 550,

Mourning Center East Second Village,

Mourning 2046 when the antelope hangs its horns.

mourning the waves,

In mourning Xu Wenqiang Feng Chengcheng,

Condolences to Chen Bailu,

Mourning Changde Apartment,

Mourning all the way trams jingle like a dream.

Mourning Huang Xie.

Mourning the grandmother's oil pier on the road of the bureau,

Mourning the inexhaustible monosodium glutamate in the back kitchen of Jinxian Road,

Mourning the fragrance of gardenias,

Mourning.

Mourning the lost sense of smell of my friend, the old bear,

Mourning everyone's taste buds.

Mourning 7,000 locked coffee shops,

Mourning brush pot water.

Mourning the big gentleman who died in this city with a mustache,

Mourning Mr. Big who left in a hurry that year.

condolences,

Mourning Romance.

Write a eulogy to the city-state,

Might as well read in the tone of you and me falling off the vines.

Mourning the dusty rafters in the city-state,

Mourning the armor, mourning the weakness.

Mourning all molds, piling molds, prying molds, and even gear molds.

Mourning Jing Ke.

Mourning my blackboard newspaper,

condolence letter hand doodle,

Mourning eight and a half, the light and shadow blurred indescribable.

If someone takes it at this moment, I will not say a word.

Write a eulogy to the city-state,

Write a eulogy for a eulogy,

Read in a rainbow chorus of you and me.

(April 15, 2022)